• Run from the fear
    It chases you
    Never moving
    Its in your head
    Haughting your soul
    Messing with your string of life
    Pulling every cord
    Rushing for something worse to do
    Just sitting there
    Waiting for you
    Licking its lips ready for the fun To become the lust
    Waigting for you to step in its web
    Just watching your every move
    With pericing eyes made of gold and red
    Going with the same rutine
    Of making you run in fear
    Of it